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I called you by sweet names by wood and linn,
You answered not because my voice was new,
And you were listening for the hounds of
And the long hosts of Lugh

From the Spanish of Pedro Calderon de la BarcaA dream it was in which I found myself
And you that hail me now, then hailed me king,
In a brave palace that was all my own,
Within, and all without it, mine; until,

They'd parted but a year before—she never thought he’d come,
She stammer’d, blushed, held out her hand, and called him ‘Mister Gum
’How could he know that all the while she longed to murmur ‘John
’He called her ‘Miss le Brook,’ and ...